watched Broken flowers today with Pete, was great in it's character studies, long and.. quite intense.

Ohhhh and trailer to Brokeback mountain looked very interesting, got to see that.
I wonder if Arial has the book...deb?
Is it me or do people from adelaide speak differently. the 'ah' vowel is americanised to an 'a' as in , pass=par-ss for sydney siders pass= pa-ss, the 'a' sounding american.
maybe it's just me...

I have to start cutting back on smoking, it made a bunch of old women at the table 2 meters away start coughing and spluttering in Potts point...maybe that's a good thing.

Pete went into a sex shop and bought rude playing cards.

birth - "study of the crucifixion"


Beautiful glittering purses, tea in an oversized bag and coffee on the edge of the sidewalk.. thanks for christmas eve pete!

I'm listening to sarah vaughn, they played ray charles loud at Dean's whilst i sip peppermint tea.

Hope you have a happy christmas.

Prada summer '06


Dior Homme summer '06

Just some fashion direction for Pete for what i saw on Thursday was slightly disturbing.
I went out to Rhodes, this new suburb built on a toxic waste dump once was the Olympic village to do lunch with dear old pete.
Lunch was great except for the food, it was the only place that was serving alchol so, it just had to be but fun never the less catching up .."DING!!!"

Afterwards i went into an Ikea store located at the other end of this, glasshouse complex only to be lost in there for 4hrs carrying 6 bowls and a 3 pack scissors set.

You know life just doesn't get better than being lost in an Ikea store.

Anyway, later in the evening had dinner with Andrew,Tim, and three other people i hadn't met before and now, forgotten their names. Dined at Burton&Forbes, a newish resteraunt.
Roast duck with apples and walnuts was quite delicious.

Thus was my adventurous thursday, from one end of the city to the other, from 'emo-ish' to Gucci-army browns.

Clubbing

It has been an artistic hell-hole lately, nothing to do, nothing to write about.

However, i have started on my 'study of the crucifixion' canvas, at the moment it looks like a purple blob, finalised christmas shopping, have to wrap those presents though... and i went out clubbing last night.

I was feeling particularly dis-interested in it all but wanted to just escape for a bit amongst the electro-inspired tribal beats, gin filled euphoria. I was hoping i could observe Pete squirming in the primal environment of Pheonix but he was a few meters away from a cafe i was rendevouing which lead him somewhere along oxford street and then back into hyde park being harrassed by random strangers.

Anyway, so descending the underworld of clubland detaching myself from this epileptic world and threw myself round for 3 hrs.
I've made it 4a.m my cut off point because i want to be presentable on sundays for cafe society.
Ben drayton took us on a peculiar trip with forrays into funk, electro, hip hop but kept it solid on the tribal front. At times he lost us, so much for artists.
I'm interested in the Thursday nights there, "minimalist german electronica" can you imagine the severity?
On new years mandy rollins (omg God is a woman) will be doing 10 till 10 set. Now she's juicy-tribal.. it's like having an orgasm, continuously, popular with lesbians however since it will be a public holiday the next day... i think it will be very popular.

Whilst thrashing about last night i accidentally burped in the face of a really cute guy.

Today was, difficult.
I limped round latteria, stanley street cafes and helped andrew wrap some christmas presents, i accidentally wrapped my shoes and spent the whole afternoon looking for them.

ah.

I think i'm back.

Clifford still

"Abstraction allows man to see with his mind what he cannot physically see with his eyes. . . . Abstract art enables the artist to perceive beyond the tangible, to extract the infinite out of the finite. It is the emancipation of the mind. It is an explosion into unknown areas."
Arshile Gorky (1904-1948

Crop circle device.

What am i doing awake at 9:30am on a sunday?
i can't lay in bed for more than 8 hours now, my back starts to to ache like hell. Yes, even working 15hours is too much for my body.. i'm not meant for work you know.
So this week has been eventful for the first half, with drinks and party poppers. Today i have to head out somewhere west to say goodbye to a dear friend as she is going back to melbourne which reminds me, i have to wrap her gift. I wish i had a gift wrapping section at home like in a dept. store. I'm so not into wrapping.

Last night was our little christmas get together. Old friends, new friends, bottles of champagne and sake.
We had pre-party drinks at andrews with zoe, augustine, and brendan popping over. We talked about art and the apartment,glass after glass with a few party poppers streaming the air.
Then we had dinner at JuJus till we couldn't eat nor drink anymore, climbing the stairs back up was a challenge. I lost a shoe two-steps from the top, it went tumbling down to the bottom.

I've been listening to Yoko ono lately, 'everyman everywoman' (basement jaxx remix) and studying Jackson pollock.

I saw something very distressing today.

Please Pete, buy Kate a tube of lipbalm when you get paid.

Coffee and Newtown, shops with Kimono lampshades and a girl with sky-blue eyes lifting a jar of vaseline out of her handbag and applying it to her lips.

After all this time, finally you can see what i love to do.

It takes me away from everything by taking me to it's core, it's my life-long addiction.

"There is an incredibly brilliant essay written by T.S. Elliot called Tradition and the Individual Talent. His idea is that for something to stand the test of time, to be truly original, it has to fit into the tradition. It's only time that allows you to know whether it really did fit into the tradition. And people trying to be different are never different. It's people who are following their deep interest who discover what's original about the past."

Vivienne Westwood